Twenty-four solar terms are full of gold, your bones are beautiful and your clothes are exquisite. -Inscription beginning of spring, soft lined with three spring grasses and covered with a wisp of incense. I miss you not because I am too lonely, but because I miss you and I feel lonely. I am looking for your fragrance in the vast sea of books, and I will find you, Yi 'an, even if it is difficult. This book is really great. I met a gentle woman, calm and quiet. There are thousands of customs in that heart. It is the shyness of "walking with shame, leaning against the door and looking back, but smelling of childhood", the heroism of "living as a hero and dying as a ghost" and the hardship of "finding". But whatever it is, it is just a strong Yi 'an. Here, I became the yellow flower of Yi 'an, dancing around her all the time. She held that bright lamp to light the way forward for me. In the light summer, the roses are in full bloom, and it feels cool in the dog days. "Reader, who are you? After a hundred years, read my poem. " An old man with white hair appeared in the jargon and asked me. There is a shallow smile in the corner of his eyes, and there is something elusive but warm in his eyes. "If there is no happy echo in the forest, if the tulip skirt is not dancing in the wind, if the dew at the tip of the leaf is not dancing on the edge of time, then a tone will pop up on the strings. Because I want song for you, I won't leave. " I whispered. Dear Tagore, you often say, "I can't pick a green leaf for you from the flowers, nor can I bring you a cloud from the distant Jinxia." But you don't know, here, in the book, you gave me the sound of happiness through a hundred years. Flowers are exhausted in the cold, and Iraqis are thin. Can I be gentle in cold weather? Blossoming red like a broken heart, can't play a song of Lisao, can the soul hiding in the depths of Miluo see through the Qingjiang River? "Mourning for people's livelihood" is like your sorrow, endless. So, here, meet you, Qu Yuan. See your ups and downs of fate, pushing me down from the clouds, but let me have a good look at the whole sky. Then, "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." Here, you hold my hand and give me hope and strength, so I am fearless. The end has come, I am reading alone, lonely but not sad; Here, I hear footsteps in the book, clean but not empty; Here, dancing on the vast Yuan Ye, happy but not noisy. Just because I am here, I have you all the way!